“I’m not going to.” I suck back the tears. She’s never done well when even one of us has gotten emotional. That’s why, if something is happening in my life and I need to cry about it, I don’t call her—I call Molly or Amelia. She’s the person I call when I need a pep talk and a reminder that I’m a badass.

“When do we get to meet him?” Amelia asks, and I shrug.

“I have no idea. Right now, we are just getting to know each other.”

“Take your time,” she says as a shadow falls over the table.

“Are you ladies ready for the check, or would you like another drink?” our waiter, Lee, asks, and I start to open my mouth to tell him that we are ready for the check, but my eyes catch on Dayton sitting at the bar, and my heart plummets into my stomach.

It’s not seeing him dressed like he came here after work and only took enough time to roll up his sleeves and loosen his tie that catches me off guard. No, it’s the woman sitting next to him with a bright smile on her face that does. Well, that and the fact that she’s gorgeous, with dark hair slicked back in a tight ponytail, emphasizing her elegant features. I can’t see the bottom half of her from where I’m sitting, but either her dress or her top accentuates her cleavage, especially when she leans into him and laughs at something he says. He grins at her in return.

Is this the woman he’s supposed to be fake dating for Billy?

Oh God, I’m going to be sick.

“Are you okay?” Molly asks, and I tug my eyes off Dayton and the woman he’s with.

“Yeah, sorry. Are you guys ready, or did you want another drink?”

“I think we’re all ready,” Georgia says, and I’m instantly relieved.

“All right, is this all on one check or separate?” Lee asks.

“I’ve got it,” Georgia tells him, passing over a card from her wallet before any of us have a chance to reply.

“I could have covered my portion.” Molly sighs.

I don’t add that I could do the same. I know it’s pointless. Georgia likes paying—it makes her feel good, and I gave up arguing with her about it a long time ago.

“Victor likes paying.”

“Does he?” Amelia asks.

“He likes whatever I like, so yes,” she answers, and I smile.